> ThE Autumn Apple
>  by apple short
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> Chapter 1
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An apple appeared. This is the greatest apple of the kind that makes the sky go red like a massive pliable recogniziably magnificent tuacan that was just red and not any rainbow coloring. 
“Hot amazingness y’all.” It was applejack. “Because that is mighty fine looking apple that i will be picking to be eating later.  Pony word.” She cherished it with mass thumbed concealment and revolved around it with pleasure that caused her. To ecstatic and reminise with. While achieving the thrill of secret shocks that it sent through her body. 
“What the but is that?!” Spike was there and he spied upon the apple like a secret slave to desire. And his lips phrased into two thin lines of envy that shook the foundation of his understanding of what it means to be. His tongue licked across his face like pony magic and his claws lifted towards the tree with the truest need of want. 
“That is a motherbucking apple you idiot.” Applejack shook her head with exemplary mane skill and castdown her achieving glare of fearful shucks upon the young dragon. “You eat them when they taste good yall.”
“I freaking know that.” He smacked her plot with seductive premise in order to productively shut her mouth against his stupid saying of the moment and she let him because of the fact that he was a big icon of hotness among the mane six and Prince Martin Willises best fing friend. Also his tongue always made her the pleased when rarity was fighting with black silent rage against his treatment of the Angel Bunny. “What i want to know is why it is still within the branches of this massive pony apple tree and not within my grasp for tasty eats.” 
“no spike.” she flicked him with contempt of real misdirection of her tail and pointed her hand at the tree. “That is my bucking tree so i will be eating the apple once it is to be bucked down by me yall.” 
Spike felt his gut grow lonesome and he heaved with great uncomfort and his stomach cried out with a voice that caused it to violently screech at the air with amazing thick emptiness. He rubbed a blackened claw across his deep seating scales and smoke piled from his lips and nostrils to spill forth onto the hard ground around them with the most deliscious of angroeus intent. “But i am freaking hungry and that looks like it might be the bestest fing apple in the world because it is so red.” 
“It is red.” Applejack blushed to its color and her face quivared with lethargic thrust and majestic love at the possession of fine fruit to be eaten eventually that she did grow through years. With training that rivaled the wonderbolts in precision and regrettable aqasituon of institutions.  “But it is not to be ate sadly yep.” She sat upon her plot and spike rubbed himself with intense pleasure at the view that was aceeding his path to a hunger that can only be fulfilled with seductive love. He glistened his wet dripping tongue around her body and they tongue kissed like friends are meant to.
“Why are we forced to freaking stare at it. If we cannot even eat the stupid beautiful apple huh?” He was annoyed but her secret pleasuring of him kept him from going insane with rage that would destroy the contented sunny day with his anger. 
“Because yall it is an autumn apple.” She looked at him as if he was the discord back from the torturous slow painful defeat that was meted out to his person. And like Nightmare Moon was destroying the world with the cold black feeling of death. 
Spike had sudden aggression at such the remark she had implied to dismiss his adverse concept with and he stood up promptly but squeezed her but and rubbed her mane. “That does not even mean shit!” he was pissed to equal an untimely fear and he quelched in his vehement rage vehemently. 
“Spike grow the buck up!” Applejack bucked him in the stomach slightly to resit him next to her and they stared back up at the magnificent tree. (It was that one by the barn in the first episode) its redness burst forth with the ease of a fish that swims like virses into the waterfall of blacked fear that withheld once before. “Because yall the autumn apples are more rare than even the apples of a regular tree but not as rare as zap apples.” She charmed him once more and licked between his sparks with a sigh. “They taste the best in my thoughts yep.”
Suddenly she turned round and bucked the tree spilling forth the apple it contained and numerous lesser apples that were still good but not as joyously revealing like celest when she sings to calm the weakness of stupid ponies. 
“But you just said it is not for eating you orange suited sweet talking farmer!” Spike was a rage. “To buck it now is stupid and you are contradicting yourself dummy!” His fist were clenched steadily and he swayed upon his tail with fighting sadness.
"I am the apple knowledge pony you stupid purple howdy." Applejack shook her head and her tail flicked at the sun with contempt for the least responsible dragon that required the explanation of her perfect skill set.“That was before it was ready yall now come and get it with me.” She gave him half and they ate it with abundant taste hugging and then made out and spike licked deep between her hooves and caressed her eyelashes. He twirled the thin claw of his fist against her freckles and she giggle blushed and they both made love and were fulfilled to the pleasure that was granted to each. 
Applejack then kissed him and sent him back to rarity with a head shake that would cause her to sigh. “You know so little of fruit and of the farmers of them.” She told the quick fleeing spike to the love of rarity. “but yall are kinda cute so you may stay that way till I teach you.” She sipped the cider and went to sleep.